"Big day, huh Harry?" Parvati squealed as Harry walked down the stairs and into the common room. He ran a hand lazily through raven locks and yawned, nodding in affirmation.
Lavender appeared and surveyed Harry with calculating eyes.
Harry stopped in his tracks. "What are you guys doing?" he asked warily.
"Well…since it is your first date with Blaise! we thought that we would lend you a hand in getting ready…" Parvati began.
"…so you'll look uber-hot, and Blaise will totally want to be with you forever!" Lavender finished, ending with a high pitched squeal.
"Er," Harry said, unsure of how to respond to that. He was interrupted by a pair of arms that wrapped themselves around his waist and a chin that rested on his shoulder.
"I don't think he'll be having a problem with that, girls," Blaise told them. Harry turned his head and grinned at him. Blaise replied by kissing him chastely on the corner of his mouth.
Lavender and Parvati let out a chorus of "aww"s. "Well, have fun you two!" Lavender gushed.
"Yes," Parvati added, "and Harry, remember all the details. We want a full report tonight when you get back." The two winked at him and then walked away,
"Hey you," Blaise said softly. He lowered his hands from Harry's waist to his hands, clutching the other boy's hands with his own.
"Hi," Harry replied. He turned to face his boyfriend, breaking the hand contact for only a second before taking them back. "You're early."
"I thought I'd surprise you," Blaise explained, flushing slightly, "Besides, I couldn't really stay away."
"Aren't you sweet?" Harry nuzzled his head against Blaise's neck.
"Yes, well, I try." Blaise grinned cheekily.
"So, what's the real reason you're here?" Harry asked, smiling slyly at Blaise. Harry turned to face Blaise to see his face, and leaned into him once again, resting his arms on Blaise's shoulders, hands clasped loosely behind Blaise's head.
"I can't just be here to see you?" he asked, deadpanning. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. At Harry's roll of the eyes, he cracked a grin again. "Alright, you caught me. I was told by Daphne that if I didn't bring you down to the dungeons that she would personally castrate me. Then, when I told her that I wouldn't bring you down to a pit full of snakes even with that threat, she relented and said she would meet us at the library."
"Hm," was all that Harry replied.
Blaise looked concerned. "Is that all I get? No yea or nay towards the matter?" he inquired more timidly than he had begun.
"Well, since that particular aspect of your anatomy is in danger, I suppose I'll have to," Harry replied, feigning boredom. He finished the sentence with a lascivious wink.
Blaise gave a long and drawn out theatrical sigh. "I suppose I'll have to take you then," he said. A thought passed across his face. "Actually, I have to do something really quick." At Harry's impatient expression, he added, "Really, really quick. I promise."
"Oh okay," Harry relented, drawing every syllable out.
"I promise," Blaise restated. He bumped his forehead against Harry's and then chastely pecked him on the lips.
"Meet us in the library when you're finished with your secret mission," Harry told him.
"You don't mind being with Daph alone?" Blaise inquired in surprise.
"Nope. I'll have to get to know her. After all, I think we'll be seeing an awful lot of each other," Harry explained.
"You are amazing," Blaise smiled.
"Yes, well, get on with whatever you're going to do so we can go on our date," Harry said stand-offishly, although his eyes told a different story as they glimmered at Blaise's comment.
Blaise walked into one of the many greenhouses that littered Hogwarts' extensive land. Sunlight spilled through the green-glass roof and cast an eerie glow across the plants that were crowded into it. He walked through the greenhouse slowly, surveying the many flowers that populated the area.
Red roses, pink tulips, white lilies. Blaise shook his head to each until the perfect flowers caught his eye.
He kneeled down beside the flowers and cast a spell, cutting the flowers low on their stems. They fell into his hand.
Blaise stood up and smiled with satisfaction. He trotted back out through the door, and up towards the castle. When he got to the main doors, he bumped into someone else.
"Oh, sorry," he apologized without looking at who it was. When he did realize who it was, he clutched the flowers harder into his palm.
Neville Longbottom stood before him. "Don't worry about it," he waved it off, continuing on towards the Gryffindor common room.
When he saw that Blaise was walking towards the Slytherin common room, Neville's face broke into a feral grin. He fished through his pocket until his fingers hit a coin. He pulled the golden coin out and ran his finger across its surface. The coin glimmered and faded to a dull yellow.
"Mission accomplished," he whispered to himself.
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Draco watched the gold coin in front of him turn from shining gold to dull yellow. He sneered. "There's fifty galleons down the drain," he remarked, tossing the disk into the garbage bin that was beside the check-out counter of the library.
"Shall we?" Pansy asked, offering her arm to Draco.
Draco took her arm and the two walked out of the library.
Five minutes after they had left, Harry walked in and found Daphne.
"Blaisey-poo," Pansy called from a darkened alcove in the hallway. Blaise stopped walking abruptly and turned about, trying to look for the voice that had accosted him.
"Over here," she called again.
Blaise squinted to see in the dark. "Pansy?" he asked, "Is that you?" He walked closer.
Pansy strode toward him, putting one fish-net clad leg before the other. She traced her hands over his shoulders and trailed down his chest. He immediately stiffened.
"W-what are you doing?" he asked nervously. He held her wrists and put her hands back at her side.
Pansy smirked. "What do you think I'm doing?" she avoided the answer. She stepped around him, catching his legs with her as she did so. He turned to see what she was doing.
"I don't know," he answered coldly, "or else I wouldn't be asking."
She stepped toward him, pushing him back until his back hit the wall of the alcove.
Blaise chuckled darkly, the laugh rumbling deep in his chest. "Oh, no you don't," he told her, pushing her aside.
"Blaisey-poo," she whined, "where are you going?"
He didn't respond but began to walk away.
She laughed, a musical tinkling laugh, and withdrew a vial from the purse that hung from her arm. She opened the vial and dabbed it on her wrists with the corner of her cloth
skirt. She inhaled deeply and smiled.
"Wait, Blaise-y, darling," she beckoned. He ignored her and kept walking. "Blaise-y," she said again. He stopped and turned around.
"Just leave me alone, Parkinson," he told her.
In the time that it took him to say that, Pansy ran up to him and threw her arms around him. Making sure that her wrists crossed in front of his nose before running her hands through his hair, she kissed him deeply.
Blaise stiffened at first and brought his hands up to push her away again. But as the scent pervaded his senses, he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her. As the perfume made its way further toward his bloodstream, the stronger the arousal in his nether regions grew.
Pansy smiled into the kiss. "Mmm, so easy," she murmured as she paused for air. Blaise grunted in response and captured her lips in another kiss. He pressed her into the wall, and his hand slid up her shirt, purple orchids crumpling at his feet.
"I don't know where he could be," Daphne fretted, "All he was going to do was get you flowers."
Harry looked up from his folded hands and watched her pace.
"Oh," she turned to him, smiling apologetically, "I'm sorry for ruining the surprise."
"It's fine," he told her. "I'm sure Blaise is fine. He probably just got side tracked is all." His assurant smile wavered.
Daphne shook her head back and forth. "No," she told him, "Blaise was so ecstatic for your date today. He wouldn't, on his life, be," she checked the clock on the wall, "forty-five minutes late."
Harry shrugged.
A light went off within Daphne. "Let's go find him," she proposed. "Whatever trouble he's in, we can get him out."
"I'm sure he's fine," Harry said again, but allowed himself to be pulled along by Daphne down the hall.
"Maybe he had to stop by the common room for something," she supposed, quickly changing directions and whipping Harry around while she did so.
After a few minutes, she let go of Harry's wrist, when he began to complain of the soreness occurring, and let him walk on his own. Halfway to the common room, Daphne stopped in her tracks.
"Daphne, what's going…?" Harry began. He stopped when he saw what she saw. "Oh, Blaise," he whispered disappointedly.
"Sweet Salazar," Daphne breathed. She recollected herself and then turned to Harry. "Harry, I don't know what's gotten into him, I'm sure that…"
He held up his hand to stop her. She stopped talking and the two just watched Pansy and Blaise.
As if on cue, Blaise tugged at her skirt. Pansy grinned, looking over Blaise's shoulder at Daphne and Harry, and said, "No, no, Blaisey-poo. We mustn't get too ahead of ourselves."
Harry paled. Daphne laid her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"After all, darling," Pansy continued, nipping at his earlobe, "a teacher might catch us. Or someone worse."
Harry took off down the hallway, tears streaming down his face. Daphne watched him go and then turned to watch the two again, a calculating expression on her face. When Harry was out of sight, she cracked her knuckles and began towards the two of them.
Whipping out her wand, she uttered a spell that caused the two of them to fly apart.
She stunned Blaise, and turned to Pansy. "If you value those manicured nails of yours, you should take off before they get bloodied and chipped," Daphne warned coolly.
Pansy left, laughing as she did so.
Daphne scowled at her and whispered, "Wingardium leviosa." With Blaise trailing behind her, she made her way towards the infirmary.
Harry ran into the common room and flung himself on the couch. He sobbed into one of the pillows, clutching it to his chest.
"Harry?" Neville called from his stance across the room. He quickly made his way over to him. "Are you alright?"
Harry sat up and dropped the pillow to his lap. Neville sat down next to him. He continued to cry, but didn't bother hiding it.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Neville asked.
"N-not really," Harry answered truthfully between hiccups.
"Alright," Neville replied. He took Harry in his arms, and Harry didn't to push him away. Harry leaned into his embrace and the two sat there like that until they eventually fell asleep together.
Woot! Long-ish chapter! Sorry for the wait, hope the little extra length'll make up for it.
Don't hate me too much. I delegate that department to Pansy. =D